123123123 The year is nearly over. Outside the usual revelers are firing thunderous pyrotechnics skyward to hurry this year along the way. It used to bother me as I grew older but remembering back when we were in our celebratory party years, we were the ones with the matches. Now things are different. The old […]
A small stone for Christmas
I wrote in a group some years back where we wrote what we called small stones. We, or at least I wrote brief fleeting thoughts and shared them. I liked the idea. I liked the group and it’s participants. Here are some small stones for the upcoming Christmas season. It could be Hanukkah just as […]
Imagine that
It was an early morning in early December. I fell asleep on the sofa-something rare for me. My warm water bed was so comfy I rarely slept elsewhere. I was awakened by my oldest son crouched beside me next to the sofa. “Mom you need to wake up. John Lennon was assassinated last night.” Still […]
Always thankful
So many reasons to be thankful yet sadness permeates between joyful smiles. There is a profound, lingering ache for those not with us. My parents, whose family home we gathered in, now my brothers house he shares with his life companion, my sister in love, Judywas still the host. Mother shared her last Thanksgiving, a […]
Book Review for At What Cost, Silence? by Karen Lynne Klink
This book was a slow yet, compelling read. I found myself reading in spurts, followed by rereading to gain clarity into the strengths of the main character, Adrien. The author’s titling of each chapter with the name of the character speaking was initially confusing to me. As the book progressed, those chapter titles were what […]
Greyhaired Raggedy Man
The Greyhaired Raggedy Man He was down on one knee staring intently at the lock on my apartment door. This raggedy man, locksmith, who had grilled me on the telephone about my lost keys. I was annoyed and irritated. I came up the stairs each one drew me closer. After I reached the third-floor landing, […]
As Irish as potatoes
I was remembering my Grandpa Smith today as I planted bag after bag of seed potatoes in huge feed tubs, grow bags, and even the cardboard shipping container. Grandpa grew row after row of potatoes on his suburban farm in Shakopee , Minnesota I remember at least on time we visited at harvest time. All […]
>Evolution Footwear
Long ago, in another “lifetime” I had a closet full of footwear. There were stiletto heels, and sassy pumps, there were cowgirl boots and suede boots, open toe or closed toe; I loved shoes. While I hated breaking in new shoes, I have a younger sister who gave me shoes she no longer wore. Soooo […]
A stitch in time
This was one of those pearls of wisdom phrases I heard often in my childhood. My ninth grade sewing teacher, Sister Mary Seamstress might have used it more than once in the hour we had to sew on our projects. My mother said it but I cannot recall why…unless we were talking about mending a […]
51 years
If you were still here.I would remind you of the hot, heavy and humid June day when you were finally born-fighting the forceps that yanked you, almost against your will from the womb.You loved these sweltering days-you were born to thrive above 90 degrees, I believe. You were a heat up the […]
Nancilynn is Writing again 